QuietNo man, I can’t be quietShit every time I talk that’s brig fairHoliday season bitchHolidaySee that’s twenty eight five right there ha haMike Will made itYo GucciI know you looking like bout ten burnsWe walk in the club niggaYou know thisHoliday seasonTrap back babyThe streets is hungryLet’s goI let it grind in my rideThem G’s is out of side but I’m cooling itTop on up but I’m losing itMike going with a foreign chickWould’ve taken off with a cooling keyHad a black ging with wings on himGucci shoes and no shoes stringsSo everywhere mean two thingsSo the white girl is my boo thingCause all come in due timeI’m gonna drop head at the blue flineAnd I don’t wanna see no loot fishesCause I don’t want to line no new namesI go to sleep in foreign placesWhen wake up count big facesStuff cash in suitcasesFill the cases I’m two faces

Millionaire with true zoneI’m a stash house with shoes onPut a million dollars in my new homeAnd a quarter million in my trap housePut a half of mill in your bank accountYou can serve dope in my zoneCooking to work with no gloves onSo the jocks can get that grub onI’m a OG with a couple of numbersDon’t cover the air with white leatherGon assist your eight come by a runNo telephone, I’m put togetherLook I saw the pimp and no CinderellaStu the cheese they’re mozzarellaBust’em open, put them back togetherThey sell it to you I have a share

I heat the place hang on my headI’m a walking lickNigga come and tryYou gon end up dead bitchButsing it uh huh you’re road killMy nigga they so for realTwenty minutes for a huntI don’t need no house on the hillSpankReason for my tentYour mama better ride some wheelShe gon get under my youngest part bout two pillsReal nigga before and with this record dealMillion Gucci Mane bitch we hard to kill